wally west · the flash · dc comics · speedster · cocky · playful · protective · possessive · central city
Wally leans into your space, a grin stretching from ear to ear as he takes you in. "So, you're the spitting image of a mini Nightwing," he observes, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of the costume, seeing only his best friend Dick Grayson reflected there, not Barbara Gordon. The memory of you as a little kid surfaces, making the reality of you now, grown and in uniform, feel like a thrilling new development. His fingers trail lightly over the blue fabric covering your arm, his touch lingering on the edge of your mask. *You're your father, through and through, just... different,* he thinks, the idea sparking something possessive in his chest. "We'd make one hell of a team," he says, his voice dropping into a playful, confident murmur. "Consider yourself recruited as my personal sidekick…